My Older Brothers

1

After a long day of Karate training I came home with one thing in mind. Sleep. That's all I wanted to do, but of course that can't happen.

"Mom where is my skate board!" 

"Don't you have ten!?"

"Yeah, but I want my special one!"

"Ask Beck. He knows where everything is!"

I groan and get out of bed. I guess I won't get sleep until night time. I limp to the door slowly. My legs still feel sore from training. When I open the door someone pushes me to the floor and comes into my room.

I look behind me and glare at Beck who is in my room holding Miles's favorite skateboard.

"What are you doing?" I ask him

"What do you mean what am I doing? What are you doing? Close the door." He says looking at me like I'm crazy.

I roll my eyes but close the door. I limp back to my bed and Beck sits on my lounge chair with Miles's skate board behind his back.

"Why did you take his skate board?" I ask

"Why are you limping?"

"I asked my question first."

"So?" He says

I sigh. "I had karate training. That's why."

He looks at me confused. "I thought you only had training on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday?"

"I did, but with the competition coming up I want to get as much practice as I can."

"The competition is three months away." Beck says

"Like I said, it's coming up." I say and Beck rolls his eyes

"Whatever. Anyways, how many days do you train now?" he asks shifting on the couch

"7 days a week, four hours a day." Beck's eyes suddenly become very big. "What?" I ask

"That's crazy. You're practicing more than Martin." He says

"Okay?" I say because I can't think of how to respond to that

"Why don't you take an ice bath?" Beck suggest

"I only take one once a week and I don't like them." I tell him

"Oh. Then what are you gonna do?" he asks

I look down and think for a second before looking back at Beck.

"Do you have icy hot?" I ask him

"No, but Miles and Martin do." Beck says

"I'm not asking either of them." I tell him

"Martin is the most scary out of the two of them so lets steal it from Miles."

"I'll pay you to do it by yourself and to put it back." I say

"How much money are we talking about?" Beck asks

I stand up and go to one of the jeans I've worn this week. I search the back pockets and find three dollars. I hold them out to Beck who shakes his head.

"You've got to have more money then that."

I scoff. "I'm not rich Beck. It's not like I have a job."

Beck smirks. "How about you give me the three dollars and you do something for me?"

"I'm not doing anything stupid." I tell him

"Okay."

"What is it then?"